Christ, it's nearly October..

Cluedo was a farce last night.  Beryl refused to play with “that cheating bastard of a husband of mine” and Ted was more interested in the Ryder Cup, so Philippa and I may as well have stayed at home and played Scrabble.
Ted did crack me up at one point, as he always does. He was telling me about old friends of theirs called Ada and Barry who live in Leicester. Ada and Beryl worked together years ago and they’ve always kept in touch. Friday was Barry’s 80th birthday, so Ted called him up early and said “Happy Birthday! How are you feeling on your big 80th?”
And Barry said “I would welcome death” and hung up.
Ted says he’s always been a miserable bastard so why should he change now he’s old?
Anyway - next week they’re going to try and teach us to play bridge.
God help them. And us.

RC 30-9-12